Samael Keene Novels & Stories

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

I didn't want her knowing that Selene and Freya were close because if this all goes wrong, and the council somehow manage to get a hold of Freya, Selene might be her only hope at escape. “I thought I could smell Samael in the woods, I was hoping it was because he'd been killed here, but I guess no such luck,” she said glumly. I'd heard of this Samael before, but with my head being a mess right now, I couldn't work out who he was. “Who is Samael?” I asked Kali hoping that I could keep her talking for a while so that I could figure out a plan. “Samael is Selene's little vampire bitch, nothing more nothing less. He does exactly what she wants, when she wants. He's weak!” She raised her voice lo

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

No more broken lamps, no sir-ee. So when Davin hedged that Samael wanted to see me, I just said, “Sure.” Enzo eyed me quizzically, but I was happy with my decision. This, I thought, would be my first real test. Samael, from what I’d heard, was obsessed with my powers and one of the many phony versions of the prophecy – so much so that he’d left his pack, gone rogue, and dedicated his life to searching for me. I tapped the tip of my sneaker against the floor, suddenly nervous.

While we were walking side by side towards the lift, Samael got a call and he picked up with a frown on his face. “Hello?” he said like he didn’t know who was on the other side, probably it was an unknown number. After a few seconds, he stopped dead in his tracks. I frowned and turned to him to see horrified expressions on his face. “What? What do you want?” Samael asked in a tone that I had never heard from him. he was breathing heavy and I walked a little close to him but his eyes were fixed on the floor. “Don’t do dare do anything, Shane! You will not go near her, ever! I won’t let that happen, you stay away from us, goddammit!” Samael shouted on the phone and shoved it in his pocket, sti

I bristle at the driver's judgment but say nothing. True, it’s bohemian beyond belief, but it fits my aesthetic, I*******m be damned. Samael settles into the seat beside me. He casually rests an arm over my shoulder, as if we are an idyllic couple caught in a winter storm. Not the king and future, if ever, queen of Hell arguing over a centuries outdated institution meant to control women. He doesn’t even have a last name I could take. Jean Doe.

To be perfectly Frank, until the incident with the late Luna, I never really believed Vampires existed, or not anymore at least. “Very well. They should be here in any moment, is there anything else you need?” He can barely contain his excitement as he hovers in the doorway to my office. Samael has just met his mate and is eager to leave early and make his way back to him. It’s all a bit hush, hush right now, so I am the only one who knows, and I’m pretty sure the only reason he spilled the beans to me is because his sudden change in disposition was freaking me out and I may have threatened him with a short stay on the psych ward if he kept it up. Seriously, if he wasn’t going mad he was in

he muttered lowly, crossing his arms on his chest. The silence in the room was thick with tension. It was suffocating, but I held my tongue from asking him to leave if that was all he came to stay for. There was something about his presence that made me uneasy, but I couldn’t explain what it was. “You are a healer," Samael said after a while, and I froze. “I did some research the entire night because I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw." My fingers fiddled with the cloth over me as I cast my eyes to it, refusing to look at him. “I am," I answered. It was useless to try and deny it.

” Calvin questioned as he looked at his best friend in worry. Calvin was no longer sure that Sam was even there. It's like Prince Samael melted into a puddle of nothing after meeting some random woman. ”Is she your Beloved?” Calvin questioned. At the mention of Beloved Samael quickly woke up from his trance and shot up from his seat. ”Don't be ridiculous Calvin” Samael reprimanded. ”You know very well my Beloved is dead.” Samael spoke as he ground his teeth together.

In some sources, she is called the mother of succubus and incubbus. Samael, the Angel of Death (Samaël, Samiel, Siegel, Satan, Satanael, Samuel, Sammael) - the angel of death: delivering death sentences but also stopping the execution (cf. akeda), controversial angel, accuser, seducer, spirit of destruction. Etymologically, the word Samael is derived from the Hebrew "sami" - blind, or aram. "samu" - venom, poison. So this name can be translated as: "Blind God" or - "Venom of God". The name may also come from the Syrian god Shemal. In the Jewish tradition, Samael is the angel of death, governing the "Seventh Heaven", one of the seven messengers of God in the world, who is served by two millio